Zadown Posted October 28, 2001 Report Posted October 28, 2001 Posting this is Gwaihir's fault - you can all blame him. Written ages ago, during RL and emotional winter. pain is my tool I've practiced it's use I look for happiness inside me even beauty would do but my fingers grasp nothing but the flames have a story to tell blood whispers words without pause and the void has a meaningful face none of us is a sentence nobody can be caught with a few words perhaps I am still a monotonous bell cast for a singular purpose to herald the night and black to echo with hushed tones in my sound an unseparable longing burial of hope I can play with ease
Peredhil Posted June 2, 2003 Report Posted June 2, 2003 I particularly like: none of us is a sentence nobody can be caught with a few words In our modern haste, even the Politically Correct Police like to pigeon-hole people. This is a great reminder not to be seduced into brief sketches of people when we wield a Pen.
Ozymandias Posted March 29, 2007 Report Posted March 29, 2007 This put me in mind of a line from Mister Fantastic (of The Fantastic Four), of all people. "You know I have trouble slowing my thoughts down enough to be able to commit them to paper." (this is likely a massive paraphrasing, as I have loaned out this comic book at present and cannot reference it directly, but you get the gist.) Eloquent frustration, Sir Z.
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